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Random Poem:

Forbidden Love

Buzzing about with my glass of champagne,
I see him catch my glance from across the room
and at once I am frozen like a still life portrait
My brain is swimming with surreal dizziness-
His intensity is absolutely intoxicating
All my life I’ve waited to feel this way
and at this moment, I realize the answer
has been standing in front of me the whole time
He’s staring arrogantly at me with pure desire
in his mirrored deep blue-green eyes
Drunk off of four glasses already, I wink
and throw him a secret smile as I glide away
to the opposite direction of the gallery
I can’t think straight right now-
At this moment I am lost in my fascination
“One more drink and I can’t trust myself”, I mutter
as I slide awkwardly towards the crowded bar
I can feel his presence coming closer
and my knees instantly go weak-
It seems like he's always had this effect on me
As I glance at my ring on my left hand,
I am reminded of why I must not give in
Commitment is something I have always relied on
and yet temptation is leading me astray-
Focusing on his stare has become an obsession
As I fumble for my keys, and try to think coherently
for a great escape route, I see that this night is not over
and my passion could win this inner battle if I let him
pull me towards that darkened corner of the room-
Our first kiss, I tell myself, indeed must be our last
My stomach sinks, as if to say this is wrong
but the rush of the evening and his eyes overcome me
His touch is electric, his stare penetrating; he consumes me
This is something I have never felt before-
But more over, nothing I can let myself feel again

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